Everything felt soft in the Park today:
Full-leafed trees and golden grasses shimmered, murmured in the soft breeze and late summer sun.
The pond rippled around a lone swan and family of coots, while deer grazed and washed in the shallow, shaded water. (Only the stag’s gigantic antlers were hard, announcing next season’s rutting.)
Even people seemed softened, sprawled at the water’s edge.
I, having left the house somewhat scrunched, bathed and unfurled in all this softness, warmth, and light